ABSENT PRESENCE

 
Absent Presence is an installation inspired by the sense of presence I felt when I first entered St Martin-on-the-Hill, Scarborough. It hangs in the air like sweet perfume. So many lives have overlapped and left their distinctness in the very fabric of the church. It provoked me to think about Life, having had a brief encounter with Cancer: what we leave behind.

I thought about how much life the stoic tree sees and holds deep within their fibre, how many generations they stand and guard. I thought about reflections – how they are evidence of something – perhaps out of sight... further away – perhaps a memory? I thought of the intertwined lives where I live.

Hopefully, this installation, and the thoughts I have had during its gestation will speak to you too.

Love... Live in the Light

For now we see through a glass darkly, but then face to face; now I know in part, but then shall I know even as also I am known. [I Corinthians]

 

The video can be viewed at: https://vimeo.com/62881604 

This is available on DVD for private use. £15 inc P&P. Please contact me for a copy, (cheques payable to Wendy Curtis)

If you are interested in using the video for groups other public applications please contact me to discuss terms.


 A reflection. Constant. Evidence of something solid, tangible, perhaps out of sight.

A ripple disrupts the scene- it expands and joins others - then slowly disappears, allowing the reflection to remain.


Whether like children playing in a puddle, we produce many ripples and splashes in life

or whether it is a single, beautiful circle, slowly expanding to affect, albeit, subtly, all that is around.... DISRUPT!

Disrupt with abandon the reflection of the ages that you see.

Unlike ripples, we don't fade away to nothing. We leave a presence.

Memories - essences of love and thoughtfulness, sadness... hurts...

A reflection gives a different view of what we take for granted; get hardened to.

Look again.

Make a ripple.

Disrupt what has gotten stale

Live

Love

Leave a legacy.


(c) Wendy Tate 2013